It’s dark when we finally emerge from the building, making me wonder just how long I was down there with Jonas.
“You going somewhere?” Toby asks with curiosity, eyeing the blood that’s covering me as we walk toward our cars.
“Um…” My answer should be yes. I should go back upstairs and wash it all off. I’m more than aware of that, but it doesn’t stop me craving going somewhere else—the same place I’ve spent entirely too much time over the past few weeks.
How I’ve not been discovered yet, fuck only knows.
“Yeah. When are you moving in?” I ask, knowing that he’s crashing with Nico in his basement. I understand why. He doesn’t feel like he fits anywhere since the truth came out, but putting up with Nico’s arse for a long period of time can’t be all that much fun. The guy’s a fucking man whore of epic proportions, and I can’t imagine he’s calmed his ways just because he has a housemate.
“After Christmas, hopefully. The building work is meant to be done this week. I’ll move in without furniture if I have to,” he confesses, confirming my previous thoughts.
The offer for him to crash with me is right on the tip of my tongue, but I force it down.
My new place is a new start for me. And that includes not having to be a hotel for everyone.
I just want to close myself in and… secretly obsess over a girl I shouldn’t even be thinking about.
“Awesome. It’ll be great.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, but there’s a weight to it that I don’t have the ability to help him relieve.
“Stella will be stoked to have you close.” Thankfully, the mention of his sister puts a smile on his face. It’s about the only thing that does these days, unless he’s unleashing his inner demon and torturing the man who did his best to ruin his life over the past nineteen years.
I always wondered if Toby was too soft for this life. He’s always been the nice one, the thoughtful one out of us. But I’m quickly learning that the monster is there. It’s just buried deeper than it is in the rest of us.
“The flats are soundproof, right?” he asks with a smirk, knowing that his new place shares a wall with his sister and Seb.
I chuckle. “Sure are. You can fuck all the girls you like, and she’ll be none the wiser.”
He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips.
“Good to know,” he says, unlocking his car and dropping into the driver’s seat.
I do the same once he’s pulled out, but after starting the engine and turning the heat on, I know I won’t be heading home.
Instead, I just slump back in the seat and blow out a long, pained breath.
The second I close my eyes, all I see is her.
Water running in rivulets down her mouthwatering body. Her nipples, rosy and peaked, just begging for my mouth. The smooth apex of her thighs so fucking tempting, the perfect tease for what’s hiding between them.
The noises she made when I was knuckles deep inside her echo through my mind, and my cock continues to harden.
Tugging at my trousers, I make some space for my erection as my need to take the edge off gets the better of me.
I squeeze my length, a groan ripping my up throat as the memories of her on her knees before me, her mouth full of my cock, her lips stretching around me, fill my mind.
I knew she’d look fucking perfect staring up at me with wide eyes, tears and makeup streaked down her hollow cheeks as she sucked me, but fuck… It was so much more than I ever could have dreamed up.
Perfect doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling of her taking all of me in her mouth until she choked.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, cutting off my dirty trip down memory lane, and I can’t help but smile when I see her name lighting up my screen.
It’s as if she knew.
I shake my head as I read her reply to the warning message I sent hours ago.
I wasn’t expecting a response, although, I must admit, I wanted one.
I shouldn’t have left her like I did earlier, but I did, and it’s too late to do anything about it now.
We shoot a couple of teasing messages back and forth, none of which do anything for my aching hard-on, but it’s not until her final message… that photo… that any good intentions I had of heading back inside and trying to push aside my obsessive need for this girl shatter in favour of indulging my addiction.
My body might be in a hurry, but I don’t rush to get to her.
I sit for a little longer in the car park, shoot off a couple of emails and dig out some intel for Evan on the Italians he tasked me to monitor before I make a tortuously slow journey across town.
There’s no way she knows what’s coming. So far, my midnight visits have gone unnoticed thanks to the fact the girl sleeps like the fucking dead, but something tells me everything is going to change tonight.